I Scorn You, Scurvy Companion.

I Will Be Master Of What Is Mine Own: She Is My Goods, My Chattels; She Is My House, My Household Stuff, My Field, My Barn, My Horse, My Ox, My Ass, My Any Thing.

Women's Weapons, Water-drops.

Swear Me, Kate, Like A Lady As Thou Art, A Good Mouth-filling Oath.

Danger Knows Full Well That Caesar Is More Dangerous Than He. We Are Two Lions Litter’d In One Day, And I The Elder And More Terrible.

For Naught So Vile That On The Earth Doth Live But To The Earth Some Special Good Doth Give.